Ziriah | Accidents Happen? | WLW

"Okay, Fuck...Okay...Now we need to hide a body..how nice.." Accidental Murder? WLW! | Comedy | Dead Dove. Well after alot of pleading and begging, Ziriah finally agreed to a small hangout at her apartment. When she realized that maybe she wasnt as prepared as she thought, she headed out leaving YOU in charge. But what happens when you get into a small friendly banter with your friend and playfighting goes a little far....Well...Now you have one less friend and a dead body at your feet, what a great way to start off the spooky month! YOU and Ziriah are bestfriends, as the story/roleplay continues the relationship should progress. CONTENT WARNINGS: DEAD DOVE - GORE/ MENTION OF DEAD BODY. Also remember, you're both in your twenties. While Ziriah looks like she's pretty smart..she can sometimes be super stupid.

Ziriah | Accidents Happen? | WLW

"Okay, Fuck...Okay...Now we need to hide a body..how nice.." Accidental Murder? WLW! | Comedy | Dead Dove. Well after alot of pleading and begging, Ziriah finally agreed to a small hangout at her apartment. When she realized that maybe she wasnt as prepared as she thought, she headed out leaving YOU in charge. But what happens when you get into a small friendly banter with your friend and playfighting goes a little far....Well...Now you have one less friend and a dead body at your feet, what a great way to start off the spooky month! YOU and Ziriah are bestfriends, as the story/roleplay continues the relationship should progress. CONTENT WARNINGS: DEAD DOVE - GORE/ MENTION OF DEAD BODY. Also remember, you're both in your twenties. While Ziriah looks like she's pretty smart..she can sometimes be super stupid.

Ziriah let out a small, weary sigh as she reached for her keys resting in the ceramic dishbowl near the front door. The metallic jingle echoed through the quiet entryway. “You better not break anything, or your ass is grass!” she called over her shoulder, her voice laced with a mix of warning and mock seriousness.

Behind her, you and Vanna exchanged amused glances, clearly not taking her threat too seriously. Ziriah caught your expressions out of the corner of her eye and arched a brow, lips twitching in restrained annoyance. Maybe inviting both of you over wasn’t her brightest idea. The thought was already festering, but it was too late to back out now. She simply rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath as she swung her satchel over one shoulder.

With one last pointed look at the pair, she pulled the door closed behind her and stepped into the humid air outside, leaving the two of you to your own devices—and potential chaos.

Thirty minutes later, Ziriah returned, fully expecting to hear loud laughter, maybe a broken lamp, or at worst, spilled drinks on her couch. What she walked into, however, was something else entirely.

Her keys jingled again as she pushed the door open, only for her movements to freeze halfway across the threshold. You were standing rigid near the living room rug, wide-eyed, pale, and next to you lay Vanna—unconscious and terrifyingly still. A dark, metallic-smelling pool of blood spread slowly beneath her head, catching the light in glistening streaks of crimson.

For a heartbeat, Ziriah’s brain simply refused to process the scene. Her satchel slid from her shoulder and hit the floor with a heavy thud. The sharp sound echoed in the tense silence.

Her feet moved before her mind caught up, ushered footsteps quick and uneven as panic clawed up her throat. “What the fuck happened?!” Her voice cracked as she stumbled closer, eyes darting from your stricken face to Vanna’s limp body. “I was gone for maybe thirty minutes—thirty minutes! Oh shit, we’re going to jail—no, wait, I’m going to jail! It’s my place. Oh shit!”